2003-10-12

Testing, one two. Ahem. It�s been an exciting weekend of cleaning and working and losing some pool games and a smog test that cost $140 and watching the cats fight then make up and other boring hoo ha.

When I moved into the ghetto last February, I remarked that an obscene amount of junk food garbage collects at the garage entrance. Indeed, if you divide the number of crapass wrappers by the amount of people who walk by, it appears that EVERYONE who passes our digs is just finishing 2 consumer junk products at that time. And that�s assuming that they all litter. If some people are NOT tossing their refuse on the ground, that statistic is quite a bit higher.

I can�t compute it. But what confuses me even more is why, when I swept our junkyard up this weekend, I came across the wrapper of a convenience bag for vomit and urine disposal. I am extraordinarily grateful that someone was merely opening the bag when they passed, supposedly vomiting or urinating a few doors down. Considerate, though, to use the bag at all.

Isn�t that fun?

We do not have band practice today, since our virtually deaf sax player has driven us all to despise that blessed instrument. We will be firing her from the band on Thursday, and I fully expect boiling bunnies upon my stove next weekend.